Breathing Heavily

im writing a novel, so bear with me cause i dont have much time to write, but i'll post a new chapter when i have a chance.

its about a young girl, who is kidnapped, and sold on the black market to a filthy rich muslim prince. now she must live with him, make him happy, until or if she can escape.
life isnt easy, and most of the time, you breathe heavily...
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Breathing heavily, I am kicking and screaming, waving my hands
all around his face. He is slowly climbing higher up on me. He
has managed to un-zip his pants. I look down, yet realise I
don't want to look at what I saw. His sweaty hand is covering my
mouth. I feel a sharp, excruciating pain in my lower half.
Feeling dizzy, I can't stop this, I pass out.

I wake up, it's dark. There's no light shining through the faded
curtains. Feeling all exposed I'm completely naked now. Only a
thin sheet covers my ivory skin. I manage to slide out of the bed
and wrap the sheet around my body. Its edge is daintily moving
across the floor with my every step. I walk the door. It's
locked. On the back of the door I notice there is a long, floor
length gown. It has a layer of white silk under it, and a big,
heavy collar. I don't know whether I'm supposed to put it on or
not. So I return to walk back over to the bed. As I walk, I
notice I'm really sore between my legs…

I'm starving; I haven't eaten in what seems like hours. There is
nothing to do. So I just sit on the centre of the bed and look
around the room. Waiting, wanting something to happen. Yet
enjoying the tranquillity of being alone. I think back to my
parent's and friend Chelsea, a feeling off sickness swallows me,
and spits me out. I miss them, so much. They are probably so
stressed, worried about me. I haven't seen a Tv or listened to a
radio in days. Although I'm in a different country I wouldn't
hear anything anyway. This might sound weird, but what I miss
most is my music. I would never go longer than an hour or so
without listening to music. Music is my life. Well it was my
life. I'm alive now, but for how long? And to what kind of
monster? I miss everything. I even miss my bullies. Because as
much as I hate them, if they were near me, I'd know I was home.